Lemon Demon - Pepper and Salt

Watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my head, ooh.
Think youre down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you.
When a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head, you find yourself dead.
It isnt my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up.

I waved the magic wand, now its gone beyond control.
Dont let the dead men in, theres a problem in the soul.

Do you know what I mean when I speak of machine, oh.
Its a symptom of fear, its a black magic gear, no.
Its another dawning of the full moon, much like a typhoon, or a monsoon.
It isnt my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up.

Dont want to reminisce of the dead like this, you dont.
Risen from shallow graves, made to be our slaves, but they wont.

(Hey mon. Hey dont eat my brain, mon I was once like you. Or you were once like me.)

This was the prophecy, a lobotomy for lunch.
The voodoo man finally cracks, and it really packs a punch.
But dont you be fretting now, youre forgetting now, all right.

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